Not Speaking

I stopped at Fisherman's Pier to pick up dinner last night and ran into Patrick.
I hadn't seen him for a while so joined him for a quick cool one at a bar. He was drinking realy slowly and had on his face the saddest hangdog expression.
I asked, "What's the matter? Are you having troubles again with your wife?"
Pat responded, "We had a fight, and she told me that she wasn't going to speak to me for a month."
I commented, " Hell, that should make you happy, not sad."
Pat moaned, "Not if the month is up today!"
Originally published August 20, 2005.